And how are all the Chigwell company, Joe ?' 'Much as usual, sir--they and I agree as well as ever.' 'Well, well!' said the locksmith.

'We must be patient, Joe, and bear with old folks' foibles.

How's the mare, Joe?
Does she do the four miles an hour as easily as ever?
Ha, ha, ha! Does she, Joe?
Eh!--What have we there, Joe--a nosegay!' 'A very poor one, sir--I thought Miss Dolly--' 'No, no,' said Gabriel, dropping his voice, and shaking his head, 'not Dolly.

Give 'em to her mother, Joe.

A great deal better give 'em to her mother.